Jiang Ran successfully dealt with the old man.

The old man was drowned alive.

After drowning him, Jiang Ran looked toward the shore from the water and discovered that the surrounding area was all wasteland with no security cameras or other people. He tied stones to the old man's body and sank it directly to the bottom.

After completing all this, Jiang Ran swam back to shore.

His gaze remained extremely gloomy.

He began wringing the water out of his clothes.

He muttered, "Do I have some inexplicable connection with old men? Last time I went out I encountered an old man, and now another one this time. Unfortunately, this particular old man made me extremely uncomfortable, unlike the previous one who didn't trigger my killing instinct."

That's right—the main personality Jiang Ran had quickly become incapacitated after falling into the water, left with only his last breath. The system consumed 1000 points to let another personality take over the body.

The one who luckily took control this time was the same personality that had dealt with the young white man with the chainsaw and handled the old man from Room 301.

This was also the blue-haired Jiang Ran from the small town in the inner landscape world.

Blue-haired Jiang Ran suddenly thought of something as he stood on the riverbank.

Cold winds blew across his body.

But he didn't feel the slightest chill.

He said, "System, I've resolved the so-called crisis now. You're not going to forcibly send me back again, are you?"

"Don't do that! I'm also Jiang Ran! Logically speaking, you shouldn't always favor the main personality!!!"

The system didn't respond to him.

As the saying goes, silence means consent.

Jiang Ran suddenly collapsed unconscious, and five minutes later woke up again.

The main personality had returned.

After returning, Jiang Ran woke up feeling the cold penetrating his body.

Why was he completely soaked from head to toe?

It was as if he had fallen into water.

"Ouch, my head hurts so much?!"

"Did another personality come out again?"

As usual, Jiang Ran had lost memories of the period when his alternate personality had taken control of his body.

He only remembered that he wanted to scatter Wang Anjian's remaining ashes in the middle of the Big River.

He had been looking for a boat around the area.

As for what happened afterward, he had completely no memory...

Now, he discovered he was completely soaked.

He also noticed a small wooden boat drifting alone in the distance.

Jiang Ran looked around and found no other people.

He began piecing things together in his mind:

"Probably I found a boat, rowed over there, then accidentally fell into the water? After that, an alternate personality took over and brought me back to shore?"

"That must be what happened."

"Ah, so cold!"

Jiang Ran shivered violently from the wind. Fortunately, the sun was still out.

All he wanted now was to hurry home.

...

When Jiang Ran returned home, he took a shower and changed clothes. By the time he finished everything, it was already past 9 PM.

He had spent the entire day dealing with Wang Anjian's affairs.

Fortunately, everything was settled now.

Of course, what Jiang Ran considered most fortunate was that when he fell into the river during the day, he happened to be wearing pants with zippers, and his phone had good waterproofing.

Otherwise, he would have lost a phone too.

"What should I do with Wang Anjian's phone?"

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Ran now held Wang Anjian's phone in his hand.

Wang Anjian's phone had been placed in the bedside cabinet along with his ID card and other items.

At that time, Jiang Ran had been busy handling matters after Wang Anjian's death, so he didn't pay attention to the phone. Now that he had time,

he opened the phone.

The phone had over 80% battery.

To Jiang Ran's surprise, Wang Anjian's phone didn't have a password lock.

So he directly opened the phone.

After opening it, he found the wallpaper quite strange.

Swiping to a page with few apps, he discovered this phone wallpaper was a photo taken by Wang Anjian himself.

The photo showed a white piece of paper with several words written on it:

"Jiang Ran, check the phone's memo."

Jiang Ran found the memo app on the phone.

There was only one memo note inside.

Opening the note, he found this message:

[Jiang Ran, if you can see this message, it means I'm already dead.]

[It was great knowing you, and thank you for helping handle my remains.]

[I'm truly ashamed that I could only give you 5000 yuan as compensation—I was really strapped for cash.]

The 5000 yuan compensation had already been transferred to Jiang Ran on the night before Wang Anjian passed away.

The note continued:

[I thought a lot about what final arrangements needed to be made.]

[I found there are only two.]

[First: Post on WeChat Moments to announce my death. Of course, you don't need to handle this because I've already preset it—it will automatically send if I don't adjust the time within 12 hours.]

[Second: That's this phone of mine. Of course, this phone isn't actually valuable—it might not even fetch 100 yuan if sold secondhand now—but I feel the greatest wealth of my life is preserved in this phone.]

[I'm giving this phone to you—do whatever you want with it. Of course, before disposing of it, you can look at the wealth I've left in the phone.]

[Don't feel embarrassed—you can freely check anything on my phone.]

[By the way, can you guess what I mean by the wealth I've left in the phone?]

[Alright, alright—the so-called wealth is actually my experiences of doing good deeds over the years.]

[Sigh, it seems I still can't escape human psychology after all. After doing so many things, I still want someone to know about them. I don't really want to be a completely unknown, silent hero.]

[Finally, thank you again, Jiang Ran, for taking care of my remains!]

The note ended here.

Jiang Ran remained silent for a long time after reading this.

His cheeks puffed up with air like balloons.

Jiang Ran began examining Wang Anjian's phone.

First, he checked WeChat and found that the Moments post Wang Anjian had set up had already been automatically sent.

The Moments post read: [Everyone, since my late-stage cancer is incurable, I'm leaving this world ahead of time! This was preset and scheduled by me! If you're seeing this, it means I've already kicked the bucket!]

[Hahaha!]

Besides the text, this Moments post included a selfie of Wang Anjian himself smiling and making a peace sign with two fingers.

Under this Moments post, there were countless likes and comments from friends saying things like "rest in peace" and "we'll miss you."

Of course, Wang Anjian's WeChat private messages were also exploding—many people seemed unable to believe it, all asking if this was a prank, or if his WeChat had been hacked, or his phone stolen?

After all, Wang Anjian had never revealed his illness to these WeChat friends.

So who would believe such sudden news of his death?

Jiang Ran ignored these messages.

He just began looking at the wealth Wang Anjian had left in his phone.

As Jiang Ran looked, the people in the live stream room were also watching.

It was now the 7th day of the 27th round, past 10 PM.

The outcome of this round had already been determined—they just had to wait until midnight for the long-haired beautiful host to announce it.

Now, many people in the live stream room were following along with Jiang Ran's screen scrolling, also looking at the wealth Wang Anjian had left behind.

The more they saw, the more heart-wrenching it became.

He was truly a good person!

Finally, the clock struck midnight.

In the live stream room, the long-haired beautiful host appeared.

This time she was wearing a white fitted gown.

She gave off an ethereal, fairy-like feeling.

After appearing, she directly announced:

"Round 27: Lab rats Wu You, Sun Yijie, and Wang Anjian have died."

"Lab rat Mike left the apartment early and has been disqualified."

"Therefore, for round 27, lab rat Jiang Ran is once again the winner."

"Currently, Jiang Ran has survived three consecutive rounds, matching the highest survival record set by that lab rat who left the apartment long ago."